All the night she dressed to killFish net tights with red high heelsAll the boys say she's cold as iceI won't sleep until I'm satisfied

Keep on watchin' her across the roomWaitin' for the band to play a faster tuneI want her number but I'm scared to askI wanna dance and I want her assWant to fuck her, she's no reliefI don't know what's wrong with me

Here she comes floatin' down the streetSynthesized eyes wearin' cellophane jeansPracticin' the art of sexualityMy tongue gets tied when I try to speakGot a hard on, honey, that hurts like hellIf I don't ask her somebody else will

Dance with meDon't wanna dance with youWhy won't you dance with meWhy should I dance with youDance, dance, dancePlease dance with me, baby

I won't dance with youI won't dance with youWhy should I dance with youI won't dance with you....